Axiom

Believe in what you can see

Believe in what you can feel

Reveal yourself unto me

Show yourself unto me

Believe in what you know

Believe in what you can touch

Legs agape, stretching slow

Show yourself unto me

The soft wet kisses

To the mouth of the vagina

Taste exquisite to me

I believe that when I die I shall rot

And nothing of my ego shall survive

(Bertrand Russell)

The glamorous beauty

Once the blood dries on the contract

All debts must be paid

Once the blood dries on the contract

You can never go back

All debts must be paid

We form an unmoving tableau

Of adorer and adored

Unsure briefly which is me

Every thought I ever had

Dissolves into nothing

When you take me in your mouth

Staring into my eyes

Stretched skin, mesmerizing

All debts must be paid